Orin had expected Chronos to summon him to another chamber full of documents. Instead, the message directed him to the observation hall, where the angels assigned to developing worlds could be reached without recalling them from their posts.
Chronos stood beside suspended images of four worlds. One showed a mountain settlement beneath low clouds, another a civilization built around a river. Two images remained dim.
Lena was there with a thin ledger. She glanced at Orin, then returned to checking the time marks written along its edge.
"Why are we meeting here?" Orin asked.
"Because we've spent enough time discussing what the observers supposedly saw," Chronos replied. "I want to hear what they actually sent. You signed the transfer requests, so you should hear it too."
"I have already admitted signing them."
"That is not the same as understanding what followed."
